Shoulders slouch, all Clifford can do was follow the two lively youths, as they went their merry way into the cathedral.Yet his eyes remained keen on the structures surrounding them.Within the entire town, the place stood out loud, being the only one having walls of stone.It also had an extensive garden, filled with flowering plants, vegetables, and a vineyard.What truly caught his sights were the murals and statues adoring it.It was the image of a woman with a large ring behind her, arms stretched out as if enticing someone to be in her embrace.It wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if he had not seen the sculptures and paintings.As the picture on it reminded him of the sphere, he saw in the void. And from the looks of it, the figure could be the deity of that kingdom.“What class do you think sir Clifford belongs to?”Arty couldn’t help his enthusiasm and excitement. Just imagining about it was making his insides giddy. Also, there was this sense of ease within him, knowin
The bearded man continued to mumble incessantly, praying to the statue for a clairvoyance, in order to understand the mistake during the summoning.While Clifford’s group went their merry way, as they finished what they came there for.Though not what they had expected, they remained jolly as they walked out of the room, leaving the still gawking clergy.“The hero title seems to be available to certain individuals.”This was the excuse he made up, wanting to make sure the youths would feel special. He didn’t want to take such a rank, considering it had both merits and drawbacks.Besides, he was not used to the limelight, let alone get looked up upon by kids with such promise. As he can see, they had a bright future ahead of them.He concluded it was best to stay as a supporting character, having not much interest or drive to stand out
Atop the balcony on the highest part of a castle. King Brell Briskworn looks down upon his domain. The wrinkle in his eyes increasing as a smile formed on his face, seeing the number of additional houses being built.Merchants flocked from different parts of the country, along with travelers and royals. There have also been more commoners walking on the streets, filling almost every corner of the city.Their kingdom was progressing perfectly, and it was all thanks to having all twelve heroes there. It made the mass feel secured, knowing they had powerful and godlike individuals on their side.All of this provided a beneficial effect on their land. As they were gaining more popularity, along with being respected and feared.The sound of creaking double doors open broke through the peace and silence of the room. Before loud clacking foot steps continued in.Yet the royal did not falter or bother to look. Confident with the number of guards stationed inside with him.A young man, Altron
Clifford’s brows furrowed, unable to hide the dread creeping into him upon checking his system. The window has been popping up with the same message repeatedly. Especially after arriving in the third town.It showed, “Warning, entering restricted field. Proceed with caution.”And then his ‘editor’ and ‘controller’ option ends up blinking, making it impossible to be chosen, leaving him only with the choice for character, as it was the only one unaffected.A sense of foreboding took over him, understanding that there was a risk if he moved forward. The only consolation was the fact he was going farther from monster infested areas.He stops upon hearing familiar noises from afar, prompting him to listen in on the exchange that was happening. Curious about what the youths were discussing.Gathered at the gates, the heroes remain in a circle as they faced one another, still not over the incident that happened a few days ago.Bad blood seems to have worked its way into them. After the misun
Clifford was gaping in awe as he stepped into the castle halls. White marble pillars dawned on them upon stepping inside.All laced with intricately designed crimson curtains interwoven with golden linings. A red carpet set on the middle of the floor to greet them.People lined up from each side, some wearing those frilly medieval clothing, others dressed in just the same rags he was in. Yet all of them were murmuring, whispering to one another as they gave them condescending gazes.He had to swallow hard to force the uncontrolled pumping in his chest, needing to remove the lump that had formed because of it.The number of onlookers made him uncomfortable, as he was never good at being the center of attraction. But even with his heart racing, his mind remained collected, driving his legs to move on their own to follow the royal guards.“Welcome to Salemhide, sir otherworlder. I am Brell Briskworn, ruler of this magnificent land. We have been awaiting your arrival.”The king wore his b
Clifford’s eyes almost popped out upon glimpsing at the enormous coliseum before him. The place was three times bigger than the ones from his world. And to think they had better technology than these people.“This is quite the crowd for an assessment.”He was having a hard time keeping his smile as his lips continued to twitch from the buildup of tension.It caused every fiber and muscle in his entire body to tremble, having that electrocuting sensation traveling all around him.With nearly half a million people gathered there, it told him much about how the kingdom operated.They’d been preparing for this for quite some time, or there was a festival he was not aware of in that place.“But of course. Such an event demands a great audience.”King Brell gave out a haughty laugh, tapping his stomach as he cheerfully gazed at the large number of people that filled the entire stadium.This was as they had expected, making the noble’s eyes glint with such joy, knowing how much profit this w
As expected, most of the participants teamed up on the second half of the contest, considering it is a free for all. And for those like Clifford, who are alone, this was a total disadvantage.He tried to converse and create a connection, hoping to at least find some allies, but most of the people there had remained aloof.This did not surprise him, since many of the contenders have become wary of him after his little show during the first part of the match. Of course, that came with a price, nearly depleting his hp.As of the moment, he remains with about only half of his life points. And even with his healing, it was taking sometime for him to recover fully.“And now. For our second event.”The announcer’s voice echoed through the coliseum, jolting all of them to their senses, as everyone’s attention shifted to the middle of the place.The earth shook, parts of it rising, forming into a giant stage. The walls followed, creating a maze like structure within the wide platform.“A free
Clifford was gasping for air on one knee, and his left eye twitching from the blood trickling from his forehead.Eight knights surrounded him from all sides, each having a pair as a defense and offense. They circled around him, moving counterclockwise, snickering as they moved.This was the exact scenario he was avoiding all this time. He can’t help but chuckle, finding it hilarious that he was thinking some unknown force was toying with him.Thankfully, his two companions were holding their own against their opponents, providing him with enough back up.“Sir otherworlder, are you all right?”Galford noticed how the man was being overwhelmed. Though they wished to help, they were barely putting up a fight.They weren’t just outnumbered, the difference in their level and skill were unmatched.“I’m fine! Can you go ahead without me?”Clifford was having second thoughts to increase the percentage of his attack. After his gaze had wandered around, he’d assessed the entire place was going